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Submitted to Contest #61
For a bit of a while, Dickie doll was my very best favorite toy. He arrived in a long rectangular box which was alongside another long rectangular box with Diane doll in it. These twins were named upon their birth as they entered our family, up the elevator into our 6th floor apartment at 41-14 10th Street, LIC, Queensbridge projects from Heshey’s toy store on the lower east side of NYC. I think they were placed on the Cherrywood coffee table in our small living-room. It was the late 1940’s, so very long ago. &nbs...
What? Me? Worry? No one in 1943, a year in the Great War, WWII, when I was born, knew that the worry gene existed. The world was busy with other things. And probably no one knew any genes existed. I thank God I was born and with my birth, as time moved along, worry genes and rumination and over-thinking genes became common knowledge! And in the mid-50’s I put a face onto it, this worry thing. I called it Alfred E. Newman, the icon of MAD MAGAZINE, a...
Submitted to Contest #55
The secret of the Unknown Uncle Nathan When my Bahby died in 1978, the story of Uncle Nathan, the communist and the vegetarian died too. And with the death of my mother, just 15 years ago, just, no more can ever be known about him. All I knew as a little girl was that mom loved this uncle Nathan and Bahby, my grandmother didn’t. Why was his story always shrouded in secrecy and mystery making me so ea...
Submitted to Contest #54
I’m (not) wild about Harry and Harry’s wild about me… It was the early 1960’s and I was still in my teens. I was cute, red curly hair, orange freckles, green eyes. Not fat, about 5”4’. I had a zest for life and a good sense of humor. I was a good student. I was a virgin and alas would remain in that state until marriage. Otherwise I would have been dead! Ask my father! My family and I were summering...
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